land of lincoln (he was everywhere)
It makes me happy to know that good ol’ Abe is still there, keeping watch on things as varied as a Thai restaurant, cracked sidewalks, and planters that are decorated with vintage advertisements. In this part of the country, Abe never rests – you can spot him nearly anywhere, keeping an eye on things.
vegetables in the home
Sunday mornings around the square are pretty quiet. I assumed that most of the townspeople were home making sure their gardens were well-kept, as directed by the sign on the planter.
(Note: none of the plants in that planter were vegetables. In case you were wondering.)
from a distance it looked fine: a metaphor
If you are driving through Carlinville, there’s a very good chance you’ll spot the 1860’s-era Macoupin County courthouse. It’s tall. It has a dome. It’s beautiful.
Or rather, it’s beautiful, as long as you don’t look at it closely. A close look reveals that things are worrisome over at the courthouse. The stone balusters are breaking apart, falling to pieces. There’s one place where the stairs have collapsed. Other places, pieces of the stone have just let go of the building. The longer you look, the more damage you see and the worse shape you understand the building is in.
It seemed like a metaphor for, well, a lot of things.
The county courthouse in Carlinville stands tall and cuts an imposing silhouette against the backdrop of a small town. The building was constructed between 1867-1870 and has a lot of beautiful Beaux Arts details. But the thing that caught my attention was this humble side door.
Hey, so if you are in search of a motel that will let you time-travel back to 1983, I think I’ve found the place you’re looking for. It had:
- Seafoam green carpet
- Pink and burgundy wallpaper
- Headboards like in your childhood bedroom
But also it was clean and the noise from the window air conditioner gave me a bit of soothing white noise for a good night’s rest.
Carlin Villa Motel